Hail and Well Met, Saxony Tarn.
* words echoing, the wizard bows a greeting from the top of the delving. with a wave of his staff, Gandalf causes the offered mug to rise through the dirt shaft and into his hand without spilling a drop of the precious golden liquid *
Thank you kindly for the beer. I assume since you're well-provisioned with brew, you'd prefer it if I leave you to wait awhile for the Dwarven Rescue Team, and drink a toast towards keeping fantasy alive! Oh ... and careful of the dragon, meanwhile. Or are you the one that's volunteered to slay it? [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
Gandalf the Grey
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